Something About England

	  		C                         F 
They say immigrants steal the hubcaps 
         Dmsus2     Am 
Of the respected gentlemen   
     F 
They say it would be wine an' roses   
D                                  C 
If England were for Englishmen again   
   
C 
Well I saw a dirty overcoat   
       Am 
At the foot of the pillar of the road   
G7 
Propped inside was an old man    
     Am 
Whom time would not erode   
         C 
When the night was snapped by sirens   
      Am 
Those blue lights circled fast   
    G7 
The dancehall called for an' ambulance   
    Am 
The bars all closed up fast   
   
My silence gazing at the ceiling   
While roaming the single room   
I thought the old man could help me   
If he could explain the gloom   
You really think it's all new   
You really think about it too   
The old man scoffed as he spoke to me   
I'll tell you athing or two   
   
C                          F 
I missed the fourteen-eighteen war   
    Am  Em           Am 
But not the sorrow afterwards   
        Dm                            F 
With my father dead and my mother ran off   
   C                            G 
My brothers took the pay of hoods 
   
The twenties turned the north was dead   
The hunger strike came marching south   
At the garden party not a word was said   
The ladies lifted cake to their mouths   
   
    C 
The next war began and my ship sailed   
Am 
With battle orders writ in bed   
   G7 
In five long years of bullets and shells   
   Am 
We left tem million dead  
    C  
The few returned to old Piccadily   
   Am 
We limped around Leicster Square   
    G7 
The world was busy rebuilding itself   
    Am 
The architects could not care   
   
But how could we know when I was young   
All the canges that were to come?   
All the photos in the wallets on the battlefield   
And now the terror of the scientific sun   
There was masters an' servants an' servants an' dogs   
They taught you how to touch your cap   
But through strikes an' famine an' war an' peace   
England never closed this gap   
   
   C                     F 
So leave me now the moon is up   
      Am Em                Am 
But remember all the tales I tell   
    Dm                             F 
The memories that you have dredged up   
       C 
Are on letters forwarded from hell   
   
The streets were by now deserted   
The gangs had trudged off home   
The lights clicked off in the bedsits   
An' old England was all alone 
 
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Contribuição: rodrigo alan feltrin ferraz([email protected])